Chapter 344 Voting Session

Since people with special abilities account for only about 20% to 30% of the world's population, the Doomsday Powerful Competition held at the core base is not very entertaining.

At this point, all the competitions in the Doomsday Strongest Competition have ended.

Only one item remains: the popular vote.

There are a total of 20,000 tickets available on site, and the tickets serve as votes during the election.

Every hundred votes count as one point.

There are a total of two hundred points in the democratic election voting process.

And these two hundred points are enough for any player at the bottom of the points table to become the champion.

This is also the reason why the Han family initially requested to set up this link.

If Lin Ye Shen hadn't been sitting in the guest seats, Han Hui would have already revealed the pride of a winner.

He has sent messages to the top four players to win them over.

Huang Chengcheng and Xu Qiaoyun have responded to him.

Only Su Yu was slow to respond, but Han Hui was not annoyed.

He looked Su Yu up and down. What kind of supplies could a mere contestant from a small fourth-level base use to canvass votes in the final round?

So, no matter who wins the final.

In the end, they will all become Han Hui's puppets, and Han Jiayong will have control of the military power.

The live director turns the camera to the audience.

A funny scene suddenly appeared.

Nearly half of the audience began to search their pockets.

Then a complex and harsh sound appeared.

"Good brother, I left in a hurry this morning and forgot to bring it with me. Please lend me one."

"I can't lend it to you. I can't lend it to you. Don't underestimate this humble plastic bag. It can hold a lot of supplies."

"You have a narrow mindset. High-end items are often small and exquisite."

"Brother over there with the snakeskin bag, don't be too outrageous."

All the groping audiences have only one thing to do.

That is to take out the pocket you carry with you.

If contestants want to win the audience's votes, they must give certain benefits.

Whether it is candy, fruit, meat scraps, or vegetables.

Or clothes, shoes, daily necessities, points.

They could all fit in the giant plastic bags in their hands.

The host stood in the center of the ring.

The lights on the scene suddenly brightened and melodious music started playing.

The host walked around the stage with the microphone in hand, excitedly saying:

"Let me hear your excited voices!"

In an instant, the entire psychic training hall exploded with deafening sound.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hold your ballots tightly in your hands, open the plastic bags you prepared, and the next step is to pick up the ballots and put them in the bag."

"In ten minutes, the final match of the Doomsday Powerful Competition will begin!"

Under the ring, all the contestants in the preparation area disappeared.

The contestants moved to the backstage of the Psychic Training Hall, which was already filled with their prepared supplies.

Of course it’s not just the backstage.

Now, the outside of the entire Psychic Training Hall is filled with supplies prepared by the contestants.

The audience outside the museum looked on with envy.

Unfortunately, they did not have tickets for the inner field and were unable to obtain these supplies.

Amid the envy of the audience outside the venue.

The family forces of each contestant began to move the supplies, preparing to carry them into the venue after the public election.

Inside the venue.

The sound of excitement was endless.

Han Zhixi was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket and sitting in the exclusive lounge.

She felt an inexplicable nerve beating in her head.

At that time, the Han family's housekeeper entered Han Zhixi's lounge.

"Miss, all the supplies have been prepared, a total of 20,000."

The butler bowed respectfully and leaned beside Han Zhixi.

Since Han Zhixi detected the zombie virus three days ago, everyone who knew about it has died.

The housekeeper who was staying beside her at this time was a newly hired employee of the Han family. He knew nothing about Han Zhixi being infected with the zombie virus.

The housekeeper waited for Han Zhixi's instructions.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhixi put down her crossed legs, bent her body and leaned her lips close to the housekeeper's ear.

The housekeeper's face flushed instantly.

The day before yesterday, he beat all his competitors to become the steward of the Han Mansion.

It is just to be able to spend every day with Han Zhixi.

The housekeeper's head was full of pink bubbles.

Thinking that he was in his prime and had handsome features, it was inevitable that Han Zhixi would fall in love with him.

The butler felt his red and hot cheeks and his accelerating heartbeat.

"Ms. Han, are we progressing too fast?"

The housekeeper's voice was shy.

Immersed in his own world, he was completely unaware of Han Zhixi's abnormality.

Han Zhixi's eyes revealed under the mask were already glowing green.

She then took off the mask, revealing a face covered in rotten wounds like a centipede.

The butler suddenly opened his mouth.

However, before he could even scream for help in fear, Han Zhixi had already bitten off his entire neck.

The smell of blood instantly exploded in Han Zhixi's mouth.

The fishy smell made Han Zhixi both disgusted and fascinated.

After being mutated into a zombie, Han Zhixi's teeth had already become extremely sharp.

Just the last bite.

The bones in the butler's neck were eaten away.

Han Zhixi hugged the butler's body, which was limp as his life slipped away, to prevent him from falling to the ground.

Then, she gnawed on the man's body while sucking the blood flowing from his neck.

During eating.

Only then did Han Zhixi feel that the nerves in his head had stabilized.

Seven minutes later.

Han Zhixi looked at his bloody hands, and the blood on his cotton jacket was so black that it couldn't be seen.

Before leaving the exclusive lounge.

Han Zhixi licked all the blood off his hands and wiped off the green mucus that flowed out with paper.

A strange thought flashed through Han Zhixi's mind.

If the zombie virus in her body cannot be cracked.

She becomes a real zombie, and she will have endless humans to eat.

The human body is truly delicious food.

Han Zhixi put on a mask to cover his rotten skin and appeared in the preparation area of ​​the venue.

The ten-minute supply preparation time is over.

The host said: "Voting for the people's election has officially begun. Please cherish your ballot and don't cast it carelessly just because of the material supplies."

"We sincerely hope to add a comprehensive talent to the national core base."

"The following will be ranked according to points. The last contestant will begin canvassing for votes. The canvassing time is five minutes."

The host finished speaking.

The contestant with the lowest points ranking hurried onto the stage, not wanting to waste even a second.

He took the microphone handed to him by the host.

"I'm Liu Miao. My dad works in the planting department, mainly responsible for growing fruits and vegetables. I've prepared 2,000 fruit gift packs for everyone. Please vote for me!"

Liu Miao's excited voice fell.

Countless staff members began to move supplies.

Fruit gift packs appeared one after another.

The so-called fruit gift package actually only contained a kumquat, an apple, and a pear.

More than twenty fruit gift packages were piled up around Liu Miao.

"Another two thousand will be placed outside the venue, and I will distribute the fruit equally to all those who voted for me."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a burst of sighs at the scene.